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Harriwell pointed triumphantly at a big packing-case in a dusty corner. "Well, then, where did the beggar get that Snider?" harped Mr. Brown. But just then McTavish lifted the packing-case. The manager started then tore off the lid. The case was empty. They gazed at one another in horrified silence. Harriwell dropped wearily. Then McVeigh cursed.
Above the scattering of Sniders could be heard the pumping of Brown's and McTavish's Winchesters all against a background of demoniacal screeching and yelling. "They've got them on the run," Harriwell remarked, as voices and gunshots faded away in the distance. Scarcely were Brown and McTavish back at the table when the latter reconnoitred. "They've got dynamite," he said.
Harriwell pressed him to stay on longer, but Bertie insisted on sailing immediately on the Arla for Tulagi, where, until the following steamer day, he stuck close by the Commissioner's house. There were lady tourists on the outgoing steamer, and Bertie was again a hero, while Captain Malu, as usual, passed unnoticed.
But when it is all over I will have something worth talking about, to tell at camp. I hope you will call upon us there. You would not be lonely if you knew our boys." "But if you are not Mary Harriwell, what can have become of her?" asked the nurse with sudden conviction. "And I was sent to find her!"
And now, gentlemen, dinner is served." One thing that Bertie detested was rice and curry, so it happened that he alone partook of an inviting omelet. He had quite finished his plate, when Harriwell helped himself to the omelet. One mouthful he tasted, then spat out vociferously. "That's the second time," McTavish announced ominously. Harriwell was still hawking and spitting. "Second time, what?"
Harriwell said, having drawn him aside in confidence. "There's been talk of an outbreak, and two or three suspicious signs I'm willing to admit, but personally I think it's all poppycock." "How how many blacks have you on the plantation?" Bertie asked, with a sinking heart. "We're working four hundred just now," replied Mr.
But Captain Malu sent back from Sydney two cases of the best Scotch whiskey on the market, for he was not able to make up his mind as to whether it was Captain Hansen or Mr Harriwell who had given Bertie Arkwright the more gorgeous insight into life in the Solomons. "The black will never understand the white, nor the white the black, as long as black is black and white is white."
"There is a visitor waiting for you," he added. "For me?" Mary Bell, the nurse, stepped out on the camp porch. She was smiling, and all the anxiety had left her face. "You little robber!" she said to Dorothy. "Where are my clothes?" But before she could get a reply she saw Mary Harriwell. She was too well trained to need an explanation of the case as it stood now.
Brown is my assistant," explained Mr. Harriwell. "And now let's have that drink." "But where'd he get that Snider?" Mr. Brown insisted. "I always objected to keeping those guns on the premises." "They're still there," Mr. Harriwell said, with a show of heat. Mr. Brown smiled incredulously. "Come along and see," said the manager. Bertie joined the procession into the office, where Mr.
"Maybe it wasn't poison after all," said Harriwell, dismally. "Call in the cook," said Brown. In came the cook, a grinning black boy, nose-spiked and ear-plugged. "Here, you, Wi-wi, what name that?" Harriwell bellowed, pointing accusingly at the omelet. Wi-wi was very naturally frightened and embarrassed. "Him good fella kai-kai," he murmured apologetically. "Make him eat it," suggested McTavish.
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